Girl Who Thrown Into Bhumi Javacekwara

Chapters 12. Intersections

Anatari felt his head throbbing pain. The unexpected Anatarian Memory of the Linga attacked his hippocampus. His memory as Anatari Kemala was filled with pain from the bullying he received and the memory of Anatari Lingga as the Confined Princess who harbored anger, piled up, melded into one.

Anatari's body was curled up on the bale-bale. He was unable to distinguish who he was. Anatari Kemala or Anatari Linga? He had no idea whose memory he should retain, while the memories of the two mixed into tangles, fusing together the interlocking stories of cause and effect, and began to fade.

Falguni grabbed Anatari's nape, placed her head on his lap. Two index fingers were pointed at Falguni at the Anatari temple. A glimmer of purplish light began to radiate.

Anatari gave a good response. His forehead is no longer wrinkled. His eyes were not closed deeply. The nightmare seemed to have vanished from him.

"My daughter." Falguni whispered softly, calling Anatari to open her eyes immediately.

Anatari tilted his head towards Falguni, still with his eyes closed. Anatari awakens at the bottom of the deepest recesses of his heart.

The gray mist drowned his soul in a daze. The truth is not so pleasant.

Being confined in a golden cage since he was young had made his soul languish in nothingness. Can't be friends. Can't get in love with someone. Not knowing how things are behind the high palace walls. Tortured lonely. Poisoned silence. All those limitations made Anatari hate those who did not have the fate as he did. Anatari grew up to be an emotionally charged woman who did not know how to handle her own anger. He is like a cunning fox who always acts sweetly in front to reap all the desired benefits, and do evil behind.

He sometimes felt envious by just seeing the palace ladies talking to each other and greeting with a bright smile that was fluffy, bright, or when accidentally caught a bodyguard and a ladyboy who was mixing love in the corner of the palace. After that, those who had offended his mood would die suddenly.

Anatari opened his eyelids. After looking at the memory pieces Falguni offered. "Everything feels so painful."

"That's truth. You've looked inside me, seen my anxiety, seen my fear that's been haunting me all along. Have you got your memories back?" falguni.

Anatari frowned. He broke away from Falguni, staring at the still beautiful woman with a myriad of questions. "Auntie also knows about my lost memories?"

"of course. The Abinawa sword you used to injure yourself is not his. It belongs to Sagara. The sword ... has been broken. Whoever is pierced by the sword loses all his memory, the wound is difficult to heal, in the end only death remains. Unfortunately, the spell was about the wrong person." Falguni pulled out her cup, gulping at the almost cold tea water.

"What is the aunt who broke the sword?" chirps Anatari.

Falguni breathed a long breath. "If I had that golden opportunity, I might have missed it."

"If it's not the aunt who did it, then who?"

"Eitherway. To be sure, the relationship of the four nagari is not as calm as the lake water. Not as clear as holy springs. Not as beautiful as the universe" Falguni said.

"So the aunt said that the spell was about the wrong person." Anatari stopped his speech, waiting for a justifying reaction from his aunt. Falguni. "Lantas, whose death does the enemy want?"

Falguni looked at Anatari seriously. "The heir to the throne."

Abinawans.

"In this world, the ruler and successor to the throne are the owners of two most lives and at the same time worthless. The most desirable position in the middle of the vortex was full of danger. We, too, will go to war there, later. The main focus right now is to protect, support and capture the attention of Abinawa" Falguni said.

"After what?" search Anatari.

Falguni stared at Anatari fieryly. "We'll discuss it later."

Anatari looked out the window. Straining as much air as he can to relieve tightness in the chest. After getting a little memory of the owner of the body, Anatari actually felt sad. What Falguni and Anatari Linga had planned was not right.

Treacheries. Anatari Kemala never did that as long as he lived. Instead, he is often betrayed by hypocrites around him.

Did Anatari Lingga betray Abinawa or Mahesa to avenge her?

A barrage of new information he received repeatedly could not be digested at one time, making his head throbbing pain. Right now, he wanted to calm himself down, somewhere quiet, there was only himself, his head, and his heart in order to compile and confirm everything that was currently still gray.

"My marriage and Abinawa will not take place" Anatari said.

Falguni clutching the teacup.

"She has already confirmed that she will reject this matchmaking at the meeting later that afternoon. This will be our last day here" Anatari said.

"Don't give up, my daughter. Even if your marriage and Abinawa is not done. Our plan will continue as it should, because the Maharaja will marry you to Mahesa. Your marriage will be much more profitable for us. As we know that Mahesa was once crowned as Yuwaraja Javacekwara. You can help her reclaim that position for her, in the end, the position of Empress will remain yours. To be honest, that was my plan long ago, because controlling Mahesa would be much easier than subjugating Abinawa" Falguni said.

Anatari observed the yellow flowers of Angsana trees that were almost blooming, clustered, poking between the leaves. Some that had withered filled the air, dancing played by the wind.

"I hope everything goes well" Anatari murmured.

Meeting time is almost here. Sri Maharaja ordered three dharmmadyaksa men who take care of the temple in the environment in the kedaton to prepare at Pendopo Suci located to the south of the temple.

Abinawa breezed alone to the meeting place. Makuta perched on his head, framing his neatly curled black hair. A thin silk scarf with a flame tongue embroidered from the right waist climbed to his left shoulder, the part of the scarf dangling behind, then pulled forward, propped up by Abinawa's left arm in front of her waist, her right hand she clenched behind her waist. It was a typical Abinawa carrier that was considered alluring by the kedaton ladies. A little lazy, but confident, and always beautiful as usual.

A very handsome Yuwaraja. Charismatic with a touch of elegance, eagle-nosed and pointy.

She is a magnet whose attractiveness is hard to resist by the eyes of women who seek a flawless definition of good looks.

He is perfection!

In the other direction of the red brick road, Mahesa seemed reluctant to be followed by Partha and six dayang.

At a crossroads, the two half-brothers cross paths. Abinawa paints a gentle, non-existent smile. Mahesa replied with a stiff smile before saluting her.

"The gold is leaving?" ask Abinawa first, as usual, because Mahesa was reluctant to greet Abinawa first.

"really. My father calls me to the Holy Populist." Mahesa's voice was a little raucous.

"One coincidence. I'm going there too."

Both of Mahesa's thick eyebrows are linked. He obviously wanted to ask "for what?", but his mouth always felt heavy every time he wanted to talk to Abinawa even just talking stale was really full of struggle for him. Unlike Abinawa who since childhood has been accustomed to being cheerful to Mahesa. He followed his half-brother like a cat for attention, but Mahesa always pushed him away and several times he threw his claws at Abinawa like a wounded wolf. However, Mahesa never managed to get rid of the small, determined Abinawa. Until he gave up, let Abinawa circulate around him, choosing to ignore him until this moment.

"You go first." Mahesa.

Abinawa glanced at Mahesa's stiff left hand, inviting the road. "We walk together."

Abinawa turned to her left side. Mahesa turned to her right side. Anatari ... stared at the two in turn.

Mahesh was moved to meet Anatari. However, he tries to resist his will given that Abinawa is holding captive watching what might happen between Mahesa and Anatari.

Anatari approached the two. "It looks like the three of us are heading towards the same destination."

Mahesa stared intently at the appearance of Abinawa and Anatari who wore clothes in shades of similar colors. Anatari also realized it. Abinawa, there is no need to doubt his indifferent acting.

Mahesa sighed, her arms swaying gently pointing the way in front of the three. "Dinda, come."

"I'd like to lead the way, but it's a pity that I've never been to a Sacred Populator." Anatari turned to Abinawa. "Please Yuwaraja lead the way."

Abinawa is being lazy. "alright. Finding that place is not difficult. Just follow the incense."

Abinawa led the way, followed by Mahesa and Anatari. Partha and the six maids were trailing from behind.

Anatari glanced at the row behind, "Those maids, you always go with them?"

"They were commanded by Father to watch over me, just in case I went to your residence. Only today were they stationed at my residence. Before, half a dozen bodyguards were following me everywhere" Mahesa lamented.

Anatari turned to Abinawa who seemed comfortable going alone.

"Where is your life's rope? You are not usually separated" Mahesa said.

Abinawa shuddered, her lips pursed.

Life rope? Why did Mahesa ask Abinawa's lover? Another secret I don't know yet?

"I told him to sort out the groceries for the residence" Abinawa replied.

"Hemph, really?" Mahesa tried not to be fooled.

Abinawa stopped the move, turning to Mahesa. "of course. I haven't had peanuts and spinach in a few days. Today, I want to get both of those groceries."

Abinawa looks taller than Mahesa when both of them stand close enough as they are today.

Anatari turned his gaze in the other direction. In fact, those two foodstuffs were the ones most taken by the Anatari residence. He doesn't want to admit that now.

"Huh, childish," said Mahesa.

"Eh, that's my favorite food. We'll never be willing to let someone else have what we love, will we?"

Anatari and Mahesa exchanged glances, then looked down. Abinawa smiled cynically. He said it intentionally. Anatari was convinced.

They continued their journey in silence. The closer the footsteps brought the three towards the Sacred Pendopo, the more fragrant incense aroma smelled in the air.

The three cross paths with Sri Maharaja II, Gusti Kangjeng Ratu Indukanti, and Queen Falguni. After receiving the respect of the three young humans, the six of them stepped in tandem entering the square-shaped Sacred Pendopo.

Sri Maharaja II sat side by side with his Empress on the east side. Queen Falguni sat alone on the north side. On the west side are Anatari, Abinawa, and Mahesa. On the south side are three members of the dharmmadyaksa who will determine the best time during the wedding ceremony.

"As I have promised before, at this meeting we will all hear the final decision of Yuwaraja Abinawa Wiradharma and Gusti Raden Ayu Anatari Lingga regarding their second marriage. However, because there is one thing related to Prince Mahesa Narendra, then we will also listen to his decision as well. And we all need to emphasize that what has been decided today, can never change again. So give me the honest answer. Do not get carried away with lust that will cause endless regret" explained Sri Maharaja II.

Sri Maharaja II looked at the three in turn. "Be aware that men are made leaders. A leader must take responsibility for his leadership. Responsibility and risk are heavy burdens that must always be borne without feeling tired. Before a man is elected to lead a civilization, he must be able to lead his first followers. The first person he should lead is his wife. However, women are not just followers without roles. Women are the nagari pole. If the woman is good, good is also good. If the woman betrays, woe to her leader, and her dragon is destroyed.

Later, the three of you will assume the responsibility of all nagari. In the position where you stand, the responsibility and risk remain equally heavy. You will become a unit in advancing the nagari. What you will do is not only for yourself, but also for the entire population of Bhumi Javacekwara. Therefore, I expect that whatever decision you will make today, it is not in conflict with the sanatana dharma."

Anatari sat down. Abinawa and Mahesa cross-legged. The three lowered their eyes.

"Anatari, I would like to hear your answer regarding your marriage plans and Abinawa," pinta Sri Maharaja II.

Anatari gulped. The tremors were felt in his dry esophagus. "Hamba agrees to marry Yuwaraja Abinawa Wiradharma."

Abinawa showed no reaction, as she already knew about Anatari's decision. Another case with Mahesa whose heart is like slashed. His hands clenched tightly. His face was tense withstanding anger.

"What about you, Abinawa?"

Anatari sat stiffly. Chests pounding. Mahesa sharpened her ears, hoping Abinawans would reject her as she had promised in the talks some time ago.

"Hamba willing ... marry ... Anatari."

The fine fur on Anatari's body stood up. His stomach twisted.

Mahesa was only able to smile bitterly under the look of her father's eyes.

Goddamn it, you, Abinawa! curse Mahesa in the heart.

A smile emanated on those who were there, except for Anatari and Mahesa.

"Mahesa."

The voice of Sri Maharaja II like a hammer mace that hit Mahesa's head, causing a tremendous pain in his heart.

"Mahesa my son .... You've heard Anatari's and dimas' answers yourself. Is there anything you want to say?" The voice of Sri Maharaja II softened, almost softened, as if persuading Mahesa.

Mahesa's body trembled with anger. His eyes are red and puffy. In times like these the best words are expected from someone who has been hurt openly.

Anatari became angry because Mahesa's heart was hurt this cruel. She bit her lips so as not to throw the vow.